How does that actually work out?
When he says he wants to fuck other girls, I smile and agree.
When I say I want to be fucked by other guys, he acknowledges.
At times, he watches me getting gagged by other men and I watch him conquer other ladies.
Sex is sex.
I love him. When he’s upset, my heart bleeds for him. Just for him.
He loves me. When I’m having problems, he stops all his activities and rushes to shelter me from the storm.
We never say “I love you” to anyone else… Not during hunting. Not during foreplay. Not during orgasm. It’s a magical phrase shared solely between us.
Love is love.
No sense of jealousy. No sense of possessiveness.
Ultimate comfort. I love him for who he really is. He love me for who I really am. That includes recognizing and meeting our desires to have multiple sex partners.
We are totally naked to each other. What else is there to lie or hide?
We transcend all possible boundaries.
Is that love at its highest state?
Or..
Not?
I’m confused.
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thedandygal,
I couldn’t have said it better myself.
I’m so happy for you.
There’s a small twist – we don’t say “I love you” to each other anymore.
We say “FUCK YOU!”.
-Kisses,
-Amy
Amy,
Your reply made me laugh out loud!
No more ‘I love you’, but ‘fuck you!’.
Good one there!
*Kowtow*
Just came across your blog. Actually my gf and I are starting this kind of open relationship, we were just coming up with some ground rules. Would love to hear your experience with such a relationship. Is it still working fine for you?